I'm Scavenging for Talent at a Shady Demonic Sect

Jiang Ye transmigrated to the cultivation world and became a slave in the lowest of the nine tiers of medicinal gardens run by the demonic sect Gouza Zong. A casual burst of flame from an immortal revealed his [Breath Soil]. Planting immortal herbs in it improved their quality, while sacrificing his own lifespan could speed up their growth. He had thought it was nothing more than a rather useless treasure. Who could have guessed that as the Breath Soil continued to expand, Jiang Ye would also be able to seize fates and talents? He could even move mountains and fill seas, building his own sect within it. As for where to find disciples, naturally he would go to Gouza Zong and dig up ready-made talent! In the world of Breath Soil, where he was king, Jiang Ye knew the ways of a farm owner all too well. He followed just one rule: horses shouldn't be made to grind grain. He raised the whip in his hand and cracked it against the back of Gouza Zong's sect leader. “Stop slacking off!” “What? You say the countless female cultivators of the demonic sects want me to become their new sect leader?” “What kind of person do you take me for?” “The path to immortality is long, and I'm very devoted when it comes to love. I only like twenty-year-olds!” At this moment, Jiang Ye was still a medicine slave at the very bottom of the nine-tier terraces. He stood guard over a mere five-meter-wide patch of Breath Soil, hoe in hand. He gazed fervently at Gouza Zong's gates, visible among the distant clouds, dreaming of leaving his mortal body behind and entering the Qi Refining realm. “Life as a [ginseng] is short. I'll grow some [immortal ginseng] to perk myself up.”